Imonstri

“Caveo speculum. Imonstri specto temerarious.”

Contessa lived in a world where people celebrated All Hallows Eve good-naturedly and dressed up as zombies, vampires, princesses, the such, knocking on stranger's front doors, asking for candy. She hadn’t the slightest clue there was another world, one where those creatures, and so many more thrived, a deep hatred for mere mortals living in their veins for centuries and centuries alike. All this changes with a single mirror, Latin engraved upon its silver.

Beware the mirror. Imonstri awaits the heedless.